"It was the Daisy...."

It was the daisy that held my attention and I’m not sure why…it was
buttercup yellow and the sight of it…one lone daisy waving to me in a
field of grass…made me sad, it was all alone… and I wanted to plant it a
family.

Strange musings over my first cup of coffee I thought…but that was
the view out my back door and it had captured my imagination regarding
flowers and feelings.

So I wrote on my grocery list: “buy some plant seeds.” I was going to give that lonely daisy a few friends.

That made me think of my friends…there are days we all feel like that
daisy…alone waving in the wind…and we’d like a friend to shoot the
breeze with, if you will.

I had always had a close group of friends to share happy times and
not so happy times with but…once I moved from the place I grew up…I felt
just like that lonely daisy.

I’ve made a couple of friends since moving here but the ones I grew
up with…the ones who knew me from grade school…they were so far away now
and yes…keeping in touch was what we’d promised but…time and distance
does disconnect the shared moments and we lose the subtle knowledge of
what’s going on with each other.

Wow, all these thoughts are having me crying in my coffee from a
daisy outside my window…Funny how life can make a statement when you
least expect it.

I think I’ll finish this cup of coffee and make a few long distance
calls and catch up with some pretty great friends…and then I am going to
plant a few seeds…

You have a very well spoken voice Penny. You also touched a bit of me that I have to admit identifying with. The idea of the daisy being alone is very sad. Like you say, we always try to keep intouch with old friends, but distance does make it harder and harder over time.

An assured and polished rendition of uplifting thoughts, JoAnne. Well deserving of all the accolades.
I liked particularly the conversational tone.
I gathered that you are American, not so much from your accent but from your reference to school grade.

Yes, you are correct, I am a native New Yorker born in Brooklyn although I do not have that lovely accent...but then again...there are times when some words do slip through with a spin of brooklynese.

It was a new experience to record myself reading a piece and I have to say, it was both fun and a little unsettling...so thank you so much Luigi for your kind and encouraging words, they are very appreciated .